“Well the Hammers were winded after that last matcha against that Chaos team. We were still a little raw at the tie and how they ran down that back alley. Well nothing makes you thirsty like a good match...So the Hammers continued down the Row looking for their favortie wattering hole and then something really crazy happend. Out of the broken tankerd pub came staggering out a crew of CD's...the Hammers are stunned...CD on the row, drinking beer, hanging out with our wenches, drinking our beer....TO WAR!!!!!!!!!

The Hammers go charging into the Chaos Dwarf scumm and start laying into them. They blow into the widezone and tackle a CD and surround his butt....FOR SIGMAR!!!!!! they lay the boot and crunch!!!!!! broken nose and two teeth go flying.

And then the strangest thing happened....Myrmidian appears in our minds...tells us the way of Sigmar is not the path to victory...the Hammers see a golden aura around their boots and master plans of elf ball appear in our minds.

The Hammers proceed to march up and down the field, dodging, weaving, picking up the ball with grace, passing it like Aikman on a clear day, performing a OTS and elf balling those CD scumm into the pitch.

The dock watch shows up blowing whisltes and threating to crack heads if we dont stop playing Blood Bowl in the middle of the Row. The Hammers look up and see that the ladies of the night who were keeping score on the second story of the hostel show the Hammers 4 the scumm 2.

WOW!!!!

The Hammers cannot believe the inspiration from on high that overtook them...we must drink a keg and contemplate the winds of fate. What does this all mean?”